Saturday Night, the day after Christmas. We went to Paul and Denise's again for Music Night. They were generous and let us bring our dog, Coda, so that we could spend the night without neglecting her. Coda and Fergie are now BFFs. Or, at least, if they were human, and not interested in taking each others prized chewies, and had opposable thumbs in which to shake hands, they would be great friends. But they did a great job tolerating each other.
Saturday Night was full of song. Most everyone came prepared with instruments, everything from fiddles and guitars to bongo drums and a piano. Grandma Coreen, true to fashion, came prepared to create a choir out of all of us. She had sheet music and we sang many lovely songs. If it were a competition (and when your as competitive as I am, it is hard not to see most everything as a competition), the Pinders would have taken the cake. Four children each playing different string and drum instruments, with mom on bass and dad on the guitar, all singing on pitch! Then again, there is Paige, who has such a beautiful voice I am sure she will be struck down seconds before the Second Coming so she can be used to sing with the angels. She's that good. Literally heavenly. Truth be told, everyone there was too musical to sound bad, and it was so nice to listen to. I was invited to sing in a couple of choral numbers (Come Unto Me and Jesu the Very Thought of Thee), but when prodded to sing a solo later in the evening I declined. I had nothing prepared, and I am musical enough to know that I am not musical enough to sing in public off the cuff!
Highlight of the night: eating ham soup with beans that we all grew in kindergarten. The HUGE ones! I'll include a picture so you remember.
The horse is to show you the beans actual size.
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